(Chorus)
Real Recognizes Real
Fella, what's the fuckin deal?
Tryna get a meal
Spit until I hit Brazil
Your stingy envy concealed
You can play face or play heal
But your cash squeals

(Tornup)
Tornup since conception
Adorned with brass horns the first born upon reception
Blast with a lack of deception
In fact, questioning acts of phonies packing protection
I was forewarned
"Let there be war
Get there
It's yours
You'll inherit both side of the chessboard"
Now you can't even play unless I get bored
That's less scored by pest whores
Jet before the best soar
Through your corridor
With the crucible steel
Your jealousy juxtaposed adjacent juggernauts
justly jeopardizes your deal
And that's just real recognizing real
Fella, what's the fuckin deal?
Tryna get a meal
Spit until I hit Brazil
Your stingy envy concealed
You can play face or play heal
But your cash squeals
Real Recognizes Real
Fella, what's the fuckin deal?
Tryna get a meal
Spit until I hit Brazil
Your stingy envy concealed...

(Illicit D)
Subliminal criminals
Infecting the spiritual
All we need is some weed and we shall complete the ritual
My lyrical, so despicable
Evil greedy genius, making plans, diabolical
I'll tell you like this, boy, don't raise a hand to me
'cause I'll loose my temper and dismember all of your phalanges
It's peace or war nigga, what's it gonna' be?
I'll obliterate the opposition faster than your eyes can see!
I just can not fathom why you persist to fuck with me, I'm celibate, in a sense I dont put up with fuckery!
Illicit King,
which means
My reign is forbidden
blade stealthy hidden
leavin' niggas death-bedridden
six feet deep in the dirt, start diggin'
your threats fall short on your tippy toes raising your nose, 'cause respect you ain't gettin'
sucka, stop kiddin'
NIGGA GET REAL!

(john Proctor)
Pokeball double stacks like some dice I'm on a roll
I can't wait to get inside because outside it's cold
and I'm bound for Year Round shenanigans I'm down
to forever fuck around and never touch the ground
but you heard all this before and its all for show
but it seems I never know when to let it slow down.
and I crown myself as nothing but a clown
but with me it's always something
time crunching for nothing till eruption
of everything I've built up or something
I throw up on the beat until I feel complete
just a man on the street that's had plenty to eat
tryna cut back in fact so I tried out for this rap shit
downloading Rap City classics
all this new garbage rap man gotta trash it
I test your knowledge exam it
I'm like an undiscovered planet
for you to feel and jam it.